Page 80 of Touched By Death

“How do you know I’m not Genesis?”

“Because of this…” His lips descend on mine, demanding complete obedience. He kisses me like I’m the very air he breathes. The way he touches me with complete control and dominance in every stroke and every soft caress has me moaning into his mouth.

When he breaks away, I stay with my eyes closed, tasting the moment like a drop of rain that will soon fall from my lips to get lost on the ground amongst every bad decision I’ve ever made.

But this.

This is not one of them.

“Open your eyes.”

I do.

“Do you see now?”

His face is aglow with the light that pours freely from me.

“What’s happening?” I ask.

His side smirk tingles my lips, where the memory of his kiss lingers. He sweeps his eyes across my face and brushes away strands of hair that are stuck to the tears on my cheeks. “I don’t know, but I think whatever happened when you were gone broke you completely. You had no choice but to reconnect with your light in order to survive.”

At the mention of my stalker, I stiffen, but Daemon is there to kiss away the ugly memories. Gripping me tightly, he lifts me up and guides my legs around his waist. I cling to him as the shadows threaten to resurface. They taunt me at the fringes of my consciousness, like elongating shadows that dart forth, only to slink back just as fast.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Daemon whispers when the glow that pours from me starts to dim. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. None of us are.”

I see the truth in his eyes as he lays me down in front of the fire and straightens back up. Hovering over me, wrapped in death and shadows, he’s every nightmare brought to life. And he’s fucking exquisite.

I hold my breath while he strips out of his remaining clothes. With a look in the direction of the others, he communicates without words. They join us, their footsteps soundless on the floor.

I lie in front of the fire with my soul bared, trembling with nerves. Four fallen angels, each equally dark and dangerous, stare down at me. At the light that’s still pouring from my skin.

Dariana asks, “Genesis is gone, right?”

“What’s hidden in the dark is revealed in the light,” Alaric says. “Genesis runs with the shadows… She can’t stand alongside the Light.”

“And that’s what makes our angel so powerful,” Dmitriy says, walking deeper into the room despite Daemon’s warning.

They all look over at him as he walks over to the armchair and sits down.

With his ankle on his knee, he rests his elbow on the armrest and rubs his lips. “Not only is she of the light and able to let it bleed back into her soul…” He gestures at the window almost desperately. “…outside of the fucking gates.” He looks at the others in turn before swallowing thickly. “Don’t you get it? The light doesn’t reach across the borders. Yet it has found a way through her. Love has found a way through the darkness.” As he blows out a breath, his eyes lock on mine and he says to the others, “She’s the only one who can run with both the shadows and the light. The only one who can bring the two forces together.”

Silence descends on the room while I lie vulnerable, scared, and needy on the floor. My nipples tingle. Daemon scans his eyes over me, as if I terrify him. His throat jumps and then he slowly lowers himself to his knees between my legs. Bringing a flame to life on his palm, his eyes find mine. He slams his hand to my chest and lets his arm erupt in flames. I watch with my breath caught in my throat as my light welcomes his hellfire, the two forces burning brighter together now that his eyes stay locked on mine.

“Fuck,” he breathes, grinding his teeth. “I can feel the Light.” He looks up at the others. “I can fucking feel it.”

“What’s it like?” Dari asks, dropping to her knees beside us and bringing a flame to life on her own hand. The others join us, too, their flames becoming one as they place their palms on top of each other. Daemon, then Dariana, followed by Alaric and Ronan.

“Please touch me,” I plead, aching with desire between my legs. “I need you all.”

Daemon shoots a look over at Dmitriy, but his eyes return to me when I whisper his name.

“Touch me, Daemon.”

He’s on me then, his naked body draping over mine, his hungry lips exploring every inch of my skin with one goal in mind: to break me open. I kiss him back with just as much fire as the flames that lick a path over his chest. He lets go of his control, groaning into my mouth. When he looks at me, his eyes burn bright red, and his sharp incisors dig into his kiss-swollen lip. I let my fingers get lost in the dark hair at the nape of his neck and lean up to kiss him again. He tastes like the woods and the remaining embers of a bonfire in the early morning hours—the scent when the rain slowly puts them out.

His hard dick digs into my thigh, and precum coats my skin where he rubs the crown of his cock.

With his arm banded around my waist, he impales me in a swift move while Alaric and Ronan stroke their dicks on each side of us. On her knees beside me, Dariana traces my parted lips with her fingers.

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